( It helps. Of course it helps. Azula is always doing things that will help, while he stares on pathetically...
Is it fear causing that? Is he going to lose all of this because of fear, some day? Shealtiel wraps his arms back around Azula, and behind him, his good wings stretch out large and wide, the four of them curving inward in an attempt to shield Azula and himself further. It's added wind resistance, too, even if he can only manage it on one side.
Still, he squeezes tight, and as soon as the white wings cover one half of her vision, the falling sensation stops. Now, it's like floating, light and delicate, in that same blue sky. The world below them is still so small, and there's an overwhelming sense of safety, wonder, and comfort.
Shealtiel puffs out a little sigh, the tightness of his hug relaxing into a more comfortable squeeze as he blinks hesitantly over Azula's shoulders. )
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Is it fear causing that? Is he going to lose all of this because of fear, some day? Shealtiel wraps his arms back around Azula, and behind him, his good wings stretch out large and wide, the four of them curving inward in an attempt to shield Azula and himself further. It's added wind resistance, too, even if he can only manage it on one side.
Still, he squeezes tight, and as soon as the white wings cover one half of her vision, the falling sensation stops. Now, it's like floating, light and delicate, in that same blue sky. The world below them is still so small, and there's an overwhelming sense of safety, wonder, and comfort.
Shealtiel puffs out a little sigh, the tightness of his hug relaxing into a more comfortable squeeze as he blinks hesitantly over Azula's shoulders. )
...Is it over? Are we fine now?